She had been preparing for tonight’s event for a week. The plan had to be flawless.

  The gala was filled with elegant melodies playing in a luxurious hall, crystal glasses clinking, women glittering with jewels, and the scent of expensive perfumes. But in Gwen’s mind, there was only one thing: the mission.

  Everyone was laughing, enjoying themselves, sipping their drinks. She, however, had her eyes on one person… Mr. Vellmont. One of the biggest arms dealers in Paris. Her boss had been clear: this man had to die tonight.

  Gwen walked through the crowd with deliberate steps. She grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing tray and, pretending to slip, spilled it onto Mr. Vellmont. His suit was instantly soaked.

  “Oh, how terribly clumsy of me,” she said in a soft, delicate tone. As she gently wiped his jacket, her emerald-green eyes locked onto his. It wasn’t an apology—it was an invitation. And Mr. Vellmont was clearly intrigued.

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  “If you’d like, I have a jacket in my room that might fit you. I can help you change,” Gwen offered, tilting her head slightly.

  Mr. Vellmont smiled. “It would be foolish to refuse such a kind invitation,” he said, stepping closer and inhaling the scent of her perfume. Together, they started walking toward the hotel room upstairs.

  Inside the elevator, Gwen sealed the final link in her plan by brushing a soft kiss against his lips. Vellmont’s full attention was now on her.

  She scanned her keycard and led him inside. When the door closed, a moment of silence blanketed the grandeur. Gwen stood directly in front of him. They held eye contact for a few seconds.

  Then Gwen drew a small but deadly weapon from the inside of her boot—the same gun that once belonged to her late lover. It meant everything to her.

  She fired two precise shots to Vellmont’s neck. He collapsed, exhaling his last breath in silence.

  Gwen executed the operation with absolute professionalism. She wiped down every surface, erased her fingerprints, slipped on her leather gloves. Then, as if nothing had happened, she headed toward the door with steady steps.

  Just as she was about to step out, a letter on the floor caught her eye. She bent down and picked it up. Without hesitation, she tore it open.

  Inside, it read:

  "You have a new mission. We will find you when the time is right. Be ready."